Sunday, Pt. II

Why can’t we dance in the same groove every day?
My step starts from 6 to 1, from 6 to 1
You may make fun of my honesty
But I think consciousness is the same in space
In space, in space, in space
I’m living in the second world
I’m living in the second world
I’m watching you, watching you
Watching you from the second world
I’m watching you, watching you
Watching you from the second world
Don’t complain about it, baby
I can not be perfect for you
Still learning every Sunday
I just spend, I just spend
I just spend every Sunday
Every Sunday
Every Sunday
Every Sunday
Every Sunday